The Sorcerer's Pet
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He burned for control. She was born of chaos. Together, they'll shatter the laws that broke them-and forge a love fierce enough to change everything.
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In a kingdom where magic is law and the powerless are sold like cattle, survival is a coin few can afford.
Every season, the poorest are swept from the streets and auctioned off as Familiars - living mana batteries to feed the ambitions of greedy sorcerers. Forgotten. Disposable.
Erissa expected pain when she was claimed by Lord Kaelen Carmentis - the coldest sorcerer in the court, and heir to one of the oldest bloodlines in the realm.
She didn't expect the bond to awaken something inside her.
And she certainly didn't expect that, in the silence between them, she would feel safe.
But Familiars aren't meant to be felt.
And whatever is growing between them...
is breaking every rule.
Because she was never meant to survive the system.
She was meant to rewrite it - and burn the old world down in the process.
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